Dragged Out Of The Pity Pool

I have finally realized that I have to stop thinking so much. One day at a time, and forget the past since you can't change it anyway. I'm sure we all have regrets; things that we should have done differently. All I can say is that, at the time, I thought I made the right choice. I guess we all have to live with the consequences of the decisions we make, but I now know we have to carry on. I have realized that I can't reconnect with my so-called family, who I guess could give a rat's behind about me, since they have their own perfect world (and I know for a fact that several of them have blogs here and will probably read this, or at least pass it on to other "family". Well, good luck to all of you. I have three people in my life who care about me more than any of you, combined. There is my main man, and his best friend Steve, and a woman who writes probably some of the best stuff I've read on here (no offense Steve!), Heather. Thanks to both of you for caring so much. As for my so-called family.....well, enough said.

Patent Pending?

My better half and I have dreamnt up several ideas that might fly. We would like you to consider milking stools for chickens, helmets for gnats, portable catheters, just to name a few. As I wrote in my last blog, I am currently going through several medical tests concerning my health. One that I forgot to mention (and trust me, I have my reasons), was collecting three stool samples for pontential blood. I happened to notice that the bag I am to return them is labeled "bio-hazard". I felt as though I had achieved great power in the universe! So I came up with the idea that people don't need to buy guns anymore; you could protect yourself with your own excrements, be it pee, poop, vomit, or sputum. Of course, you would have to come up with a way to make sure it doesn't loose it's capabilities. Can you imagine if everyone stored their own waste products for future use? If your held-up at gunpoint, you could tell your attacker "don't come any closer, I'm armed with...".

I woke up this morning in a sarcastic and comic mood. Anyway, I don't think I'll get the patent.

Do You Trust Your Doctor?

I had the unfortunate opportunity of seeing my primary care physician a couple of days ago. I am seen at a "teaching hospital", a not for profit urban hospital in the heart of this city's worst crime ridden neighborhood. I went for the purpose of sever abdominal bloating, looking and feeling as though I'm nine months pregnant (nah, not gonna happen, I've been sterile fore fifteen years following radiation "therapy" for cervical cancer). My first encounter was with a medica assistant who complained to anyone who would listen that she was again working with my doctor. She weighed me (I won't divulge the number) but realized I had not weighed that much since I was pregnant nearly 34 years ago. My blood pressure reading was even more frightening; 179/98. Okay, I thought. I'll ask the doctor. He appeared soon after and was more concerned over the fact that his medical records computer was not working than me. He asked me my chief complaint, and I explained. He did some poking and proding and did explain he might have felt an abdominal mass, but at the same time told me my lungs sounded fine, which I find hard to believe since I have chronic bronchitis and cough and wheeze all the time. He flippantly expressed the opinion that I could indeed have colon cancer, but let's order some tests. Blood work, colonoscopy,etc. he also ordered a bone density test and mammogram, since I was post menopausal. I fail to undestand the logic in this since I have been seeing this same doctor for over 5 years, and now, all of a sudden, he's ordered this when he never had before. And then I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw laying on top of my chart a copy of my MEDICARE card. he thenproceeded to question me repeatedly if I was diabetic (never have been, but I think he was seeing dollar signs). He blew off my blood pressure reading to the fact that the MA had used "the machine"(???) and left it at that. Anyway, I'm off to do all the follow up appointments which in this hospital's case will take a month to complete. More info when I have something new.